It was hot outside, almost unbearably hot. It was odd maybe for other places but for here in Bhim it was normal. The growing port town bared the brunt of many days of sunny weather. Many people luxuriated in the good weather as vacationers also traveled much out of the way to enjoy the heat. The sea hummed with life beyond the port buildings on the pale beaches that stretched for miles, only broken up by rocky juts and the inward slope of a natural lagoon. A form just watched the seagulls for a bit, breathing in deeply every so often to exhale a soft sigh. Once a tomboyish, short haired woman proficient in fighting with out sight and using necromancy was now femmine and almost soft to look at if not for the winding inlays of metal covering disease. Nhadala allowed her self to grow once short, dreadlocked and braided hair to become straight and long.Two sharp layers of bangs fell about her face and golden eyes, as she watched her littlest brother carefully pick at fruit in his attempt to help with grocery shopping. Instead of a bandera top and pants she wore a wrap dress that could be converted to really about any sort of tie able top, dress or skirt. It was appropriate for the heat, as her eyes rolled almost at the pair of vacationers in their heavy clothes, complaining of the same heat they came to enjoy. Things have changed so much in this town and her life. After all she worked as a scientist in one of the coldest places on earth and was apart of a large familial guild that had her traveling constantly to check on branches and business. So she her self was enjoy the peace of a 'vacation' though still feeling the bite of loneliness form the lack of her male companion. Medsnuja had been gone for so long and Nhadala felt pretty empty, denying any male that attempted to court her. Her brother, one of many stared at her blankly with a large apple in his hand. He had always been the intuitive one of the family, as if this young child had powers beyond that of necromancy but of the mind. "You know sister that father wants you to marry. Soon. i know you miss that man who plagues your mind but sooner or later you have to step up and take dad's position within the guild and to do that you must marry." It was so strange for some one so young to form large sentences and sound so serious. But she knew that this was her brother and he was ultimately right. Their father was getting older, and more disabled with every use of their art. Most people think of necromancers to be all powerful, great but dangerous beings that had nothing to fear but they were usually wrong. this power when used came with a price whether it was subtle or extremely out there, it varied user to user. With Nhadala it was the progressing of a flesh eating disease, her twin with his death and father with his failing heart. She hated new users who had the ideals of being powerful warlocks or evil incarnates that would bring the world to its knees only to be sadly mistaken when their first large spell was cast and the price made it's self known. Curtly the woman nodded her head to show that she heard him, after all this has been the subject for many weeks. "Let us get some incense my dear brother." She chose to change the subject, disliking the idea of being wedded to a snot nosed brat who married for power and fame. The boy only nodded and the moved along silently through the crowds of the port. Instantly she was glad that the subject had changed, and her lips peeled back in to a pale smile. They went along their chores in ease, quietly talking amongst themselves of things that had happened while she was away. She hummed quietly as they headed back to the mansion and its extensive mausoleum wishing for things that might now come true.
